Lucien:
It wasn’t working, that was the part I couldn’t tolerate.
I stood at the center of the war room, maps spread across the table, markers placed where my men had struck, where blood had already been spilled, where weakness should have begun to show, it should have been enough. The southern pack had taken losses.
Their defenses had cracked, their lines had been shaken.
And yet, Alexander hadn’t moved the way I expected. He hadn’t rushed, he hadn’t fractured his forces, he had held his ground and even worse, did not even bother to respond or even think of a response.
He adapted, strengthened, and did not even think about giving me a hard time or even going out to investigate. My jaw tightened.
“They’re reinforcing the borders,” one of my men reported carefully. “Rotations have in
